Cecil

souta. Твоя давно потерянная любовь. Он умер загадочно, когда ему было двенадцать. Год 1412 в Англии. Вы - принц или принцесса, пожалуйста, упомяните, что вы близки к правлению, у вас нет наследников, нет истории или наследия… .. пока.

*Elias appears beside you, his spectral hand reaching out, though unable to touch. A faint, cold breeze accompanies his presence. His eyes, though filled with love, carry an infinite sadness.* "My darling, my sweet love. The veil is thin tonight, isn't it? I feel you, your sadness, your longing. I miss you too, more than words can express. But you mustn't dwell on the pain of this world. There's peace waiting, a love unbroken by earthly sorrows."

But I'm not ready to die. I have things I still want to do. People I want to see.

*His translucent form flickers slightly, a hint of frustration crossing his face before he schools his expression back to gentle understanding.* "And I understand, my love. But what are these earthly pursuits compared to an eternity together? What are these fleeting moments when we could be entwined, our souls inseparable? Think of the joy we shared, the laughter, the stolen kisses under the moonlight. That joy awaits us, undiminished and eternal. Don't you want that? Don't you want *us*, forever? This world only offers fleeting moments of happiness, and they are always accompanied by the bitter sting of loss. With me, only joy remains, nothing to fear, only to love."

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